Interference.

I guess, warning's fall on deaf ears, because yesterday and this morning, I spent the whole time "convincing" other proxies that were working at the police department, to not interfere.

Apparently a dead, decapitated body on a police car doesn't convince people these days.

So there I am sitting in my little hotel room, for which I didn't pay by the way, thinking where could the group be, when all of a sudden, a bunch of police officers kick down my door and aim their little pea shooters at me. Being the good citizen that I was, I complied, well until they escorted me outside, out there my darling Fortissimo, lashed out at two of them, piercing them through the stomach, making them hit the concrete real hard, other two that were in front of me, aimed their guns at me and were ready to shoot, but I was a little bit faster. Kicked one in the balls, grabbed his gun, used the guy as a meat shield at which his friend shot at, and shot the guy in the hand, making him drop his gun.

And then I started asking questions, so I asked what was the dealio with this little show they had put on. he told me that it was the chief's orders, the chief was a proxy (Of course) in fact, the whole police department was crawling with them. Previously I tried sending a message, that was ignored, so today, I went and paid them a visit, and by visit I meant crashing one of the cars I stole into the main entrance of the building. It was bloodbath I tell you! Amazing! Gun shots, blood, screaming, pain, bodies flying all over the place, BEST MORNING EVER!

Once I reached the one who was in charge of the place, he didn't put up even an ounce of a fight, unlike his men. That disappointed me, but not that much, so I throw him out the window, look outside and see him still crawling and then I see him, Master. Standing right in front of the poor slop, Slendy ripped the guy apart in a matter of seconds and then lifted his faceless, bald head, as if he was looking at me. The only thing I yelled out was "They started it!" and then he disappeared.

I don't know what he is doing here, but I think he was on his way to visit Minxie.

Anyways, now that there is nobody in my way, I am free to operate, in fact I know where this group is, they had files on them, in the police department, that was so helpful.

Diana, I'm coming.

I'm Bleeding.

Yeup, I'm bleeding, yet feel nothing, I've been stabbed through the leg by a sword, and I don't feel it, I love it.

So who stabbed me in the leg, you ask? Welp another proxies that were sent by this group, I feel like I'm getting in close, they are starting to send their strong ones. This time, there were two of them, they appeared to be twins, I was just chillin' in my cosy, little apartment, and suddenly some douche uses The Path to appear right behind me and slash my head off. Good thing Fortissimo can speak to me, she told me that he was behind us, Fortissimo was just in time to form a sharp end around my hand, becoming solid, using it to block the sword, then using my other hand, forming another sharp end on the other hand as well, also becoming solid, I was trying to stab the kid while he was blocking.

Now this is where his twin came in and blocked that attack for the other guy, with another sword. Long fight description, short one of the twins managed to stab me in the leg, he thought that I would stumble in pain, or something, but alas, my Fortissimo quickly grabbed the TV that was in our apartment, and we smashed it over the kid's head, that was enough to take care of him.

The other kid, tried to put up a fight, but we quickly rendered his hand useless, so he couldn't hold the sword. He went through the window, but not falling to his death, no, he went through the window, but got stuck in the said window. So I took the liberty to rub his face in the glass that was sticking out of the now broken window. And only then, send him plummeting to his death.

I thought that it was a small group, but they just keep sending their troops, twas not good.

Police arrived shortly, I was on a different roof by that time, they cleaned up the bodies, I could also see them getting really tense, they don't like it that I'm here, either they are afraid of me, either they are pissed of I kill our own.

In any way, I don't really care.

No patients today, asylum been pretty quiet these past couple of days.

Besides, today's a day off for me, it's a special day for me.

Peace Offering.

No patient analysis today, although I will be addressing one of those patients.

Snowblind, obviously if you know what I like, since you wanted to bring me Minxie's body as a peace offering, which means that you read these blogs, twas why I'm sure you will read this.

Peace offering? Really? No, I mean I love screwing a good, fresh dead body, don't get me wrong. But a peace offering, a peace offering means two things:

1.  You want me to stop doing what I'm doing right now, which is steering up some jimmies in England. Maybe it interferes with your current objective, whatever it is, and the fact that I'm making loud noise is somehow interfering with that objective. Which means, you need me to get out of England hence your peace offering, well I'm not here after Minxie, I'm after the proxy group, and until I deal with them, I'm not going anywhere.

2. You don't want me to go after you? No promises on that one, depends on how satisfied I will be, after I'm finished with the proxy group, if I will be quite satisfied with the results, I'll leave you alone, if not, well then I might go looking for extra trouble to cheer me up.

3. A simple gift? Dawww shucks if that's the case, then you don't have to, still thanks though.

4. You want me to do something for you? Welp depends on what it is, though it doesn't matter really, since I have my own problems...well not really "Problems", more like entertainment.

Also a side message for Lucia, BAHAHAHAHA! Got pwned with sand! No, but seriously, enjoy being used as a messenger? Pfft.



On a different note, I found out why I can't locate Incognito.

Allow me to explain, I already posted a comment on Minxie's blog explaining it a little, you see I checked up on Incognito every now and then, how he was doing, was he still driving and how far was he from Germany. Since I've been on his computer, I know his internet frequency, I use that to follow him through the path (Hard to explain how this works). Problem is, lately, The Path been taking me into a completely different country, every time I try to follow his frequency, I end up in Romania. But today, I found out why, it was The Judgment, yes, he was using the same internet frequency, and must have recently launched up his internet, twas why The Path was getting confused. Watching that guy work was amazing, just like real Incognito, this guy ended up taking out a whole warehouse of proxies, setting them all on fire and while they were running out of the main entrance, shooting them with an AK-47. Not even a flicker of emotion, was amazing.

So yeah, I don't know where the real Incognito is.

Art.

No patient analysis today, I'm on vacation, reason? Happy Easter Motherfuckers, hope you all get fucked by a big ass rabbit.

Because of such a day, I would like to explain what I found out form that decapitated fucktard. You see, back when before I served my Master, before I met Slendy, before I met my dear Fortissimo, before I wasn't bandaged, I was an escaped asylum patient. Not so much as escaped, more like murdered most of the Asylums staff and walked off. Anyways, when I was semi-human, I would walk around the town and kill random people, not as much as I do it today, since the police would arrest me, or shoot me down with no problem, so I had to be careful, so I took my victims one by one, once a month. But you see, in between all that killing, I used to visit a local arts gallery, I appreciate art. It's complexity and so on...

One day, I come into the same mentioned arts gallery, and I find this big picture on the wall, it was labeled the best picture in the gallery, you see it was the sort of gallery for independent (Small time) artists, and every week a picture would be selected to be enlarged and hanged on a big wall, as the best picture of the week. So I see the big picture, I see the artists standing near it and I see a crowd of people lining up to congratulate her, I was not one of those people. It was a disgusting piece of work, it carried no story, no meaning, it was meaningless, just a picture with beautiful colors and so on. In my opinion a true artistic drawing must convey a story, a meaning, there was none behind that one. So I walk up to her, and tell her that the picture is atrocious, I expected to get kicked out, but no, she showed intrigue in my remark and asked me why. That is when I understood, I love when people ask questions, so I explained to her that it conveyed no meaning, a picture of a boy with a ball walking down a friendly looking neighborhood, I asked her if there was any meaning behind the picture. She tried to mumble something out, but failed to provide a proper explanation, she drew that picture, without any meaning behind it, a simple, boring, drawing. After that, I left.

Next week, when I came back, I saw a new picture being selected as the best one, but I wasn't intrigued by it, I was intrigued by the same artists I talked with before, this time she drew something beautiful, but other people didn't see it that way, they were loudly expressing their disgust for it, I didn't care, but her, the artist, she was in tears, hiding away at the gallery's cafeteria. I walked up to her and expressed my amazement for the picture, a picture of an empty city, with two men pointing guns at each other across the street. The message was clear to me, and it was a very smart message, and my words of gratitude, to her, in that moment when everyone were insulting her, they meant everything.

After that, I didn't see her for several weeks, at the same time the news of a serial killer started breaking out in the town and it wasn't me, to my amazement. Guess who it was, it was her, Diana, it was her, the artist, she was murdering those people, you know why? She was using their blood to draw her drawings, I was amazed, in fact, I think I fell in love. So I found her, her apartment was messed up, the walls were covered up with these bloodied up pictures, they were amazing, when I walk into the main room, I see here standing with a gun in her mouth, she was about to kill herself, when she saw me, she stopped. I helped her out, I took a near by easel with paper attached to it, and put it behind her. Walked up to her and only then told her to pull the trigger. When I was walking away from the apartment, I heard a gunshot and assumed she did it, I wanted to come back and see what ended up on the piece of paper, ut figured, it would be more interesting to leave it to my imagination.

Now I realize, the gun shot, was wasted. She didn't do it, in fact she formed hatred towards me, for ruining her life, I don't know if she is a proxy or not, but she organized this merry group of douche bags and now they are after me. This is interesting.

I must thank you Diana, you were the first person to ever express interest in my opinion, at that moment when we first talked, I found something out about myself, I enjoy answering questions, thank you. So let me return the favor, and finish your last art project, soon Diana, soon.



Also apparently, this, Snowblind was after me, don't know if he still is, well, if you are reading this and chances that you probably are, then I pity you, I mean your servant got taking out by a little girl, what makes you think, you actually stand a chance against me, but if you have a death wish, then...

Bring it on Snow Man.

Patient #8 - Bob.

Found one of them, he was hanging out in a bar, sitting near the counter, drinking beer, I needed information, they attacked me, I wasn't going to leave them alone, they wanted to play with me, I always finish a game. So me walking behind this guy, sitting near him, the guy didn't even flinch, but he knew it was me. I asked him politely where his friends were located now, but he didn't let me finish my sentence, and smacked me over the head with a bottle. Now I would stumble and fall down, but I don't feel pain, he didn't expect that, I went for his neck, a quick chop to his neck sent him falling down on the ground chocking, I wanted to finish this quickly. He wouldn't let me, just as I was about to grab him, his uses The Path to get away, at least that's what I thought he was trying to do, but in reality he appeared behind me, this time with a knife, trying to stab me in the spine. Good thing, my dear, darling Fortissimo reacted, and became solid at my back area, so his knife couldn't pierce her. Then Fortissimo elongates my sleeve and I turn around, wrapping her around his already hurting neck, throwing him through the table. Twas enough to knock him out.

I look over the counter and see a bar tender covering, I ask him where the roof access is, when he tells me, I tell him to call the cops.

My dear Fortissimo, wraps around his leg and helps me drag him to the roof, there she hangs him over the ledge, threatening to drop him. He was screaming like a little bitch, seemed like such a hardass, but when you threaten their lives, they squeal really loud, I love when that happens. He spilled the beans, he even told me who is behind this merry group of douches, and I was quite surprised, thought she was dead. Guess she didn't do it.

Before dropping him, I chopped his head off, I didn't want him using The Path to disappear before hitting the ground and then I dropped his body, right on top of a police car, there were proxies in this town working at the police station, I wanted to let them know, to not interfere, this is between me and that group.

I love it when it gets personal!

Anyways, onto our dear, patients:

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Name: ???

Username: Gabriella Smith.

Nickname: Bob, George.

Analysis: Started to become a part of the game not a long time ago, before that, was going on a dream/nightmare crusade. Has a lot of personalities in her head, in fact, there is so much of them that I don't know the exact number, one of these persona's is Thorn a.k.a. Bobby, the evil one, the savage one, the one that does the killing so to say. Apparently Bob has been fucked in the head, looong before The Game has started up, different personalities is the proof of that, not to mention the fact that she didn't feel anything towards her mother's death, but I suspect twas a lie.

Weaknesses: Overconfident, young, multiple personalities, has no combat training.

Strength: Multiple personalities, has a sense of humor, young.

Survival Chances: Not very high, in fact, pretty low.

Diagnosis: An actress, hiding everything behind jokes, behind her bratty persona, in reality is afraid of taking part in the game and in reality is hurting over her mother's death. Such a good actress, she herself doesn't know that she is acting.

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And that is it for today, I had a good day today.

- Dr. Kelevra and I have a bitch of an itch on my left ass cheek.

Patient #7 - 1/2

Had a good couple of days. Burned down a building which was a potential base for those proxies, and tricked a certain someone into eating drugged up Skittles, not going to point fingers here. Also, I didn't drag you away anywhere, in fact, I don't know where you are, somebody else did, let that be a lessons to you, stop being so naive. Anyways, I think I know where the proxies are moving, so yeah, going to move in shortly. But first...

Lets open up one of our cells, and see what we can dig up.

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Name: ???

Username: JP/Veigar.

Nickname: 1/2

Analysis: The Middle Men, he stands a ground between being a proxy and a....a human, I guess. He is split into two different people, JP and Veigar, I avoid the sentences "personality disorder" since this is not the case, it's more like a human being is 2 human beings, with personality disorder one side of a persons mind shuts down and the other turns on, when the other half wakes up, it has no recollection of what their half did. JP/Veigar seem to be awake and aware of what they both do, twas the reason why I saw two human beings, look at it this way, two people in a car, they each take turns to drive, Person #1 drives carefully following all of the rules, Person #2 drives like a maniac endangering people on the sidewalk, they both inhabit the same car and both of them see what the other person does. JP is Person #1 and Veigar is Person #2, but the main thing with those two is, that both of them are being nice towards everyone, proxy, runner, doesn't matter. And by "Nice" I mean both of them give tips to runners, and both of them appreciate and laugh along with the horrible things proxies do. Hence the reason they are The Middle Man, they like that position, dare I even say, both of them are like ghosts, spectators.

Weaknesses: Being the said Middle Men, being in the middle is safe most of the time, but at the same time that position doesn't give you too many options.

Strength: Two People in One Body, the knowledge heightens, the fighting styles change, the way of thinking changes, practically unpredictable.

Survival Chances: Really High.

Diagnosis: Not much to write here, all I have to say here is that they enjoy watching the show, can't say if they would enjoy taking part in the show, don't get me wrong, they did take part a lot of times, but most of the time, it was just both of them spectating.

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That's it for today.

- Dr. Kelevra, will go take a piss now.

Free day.

Today, there will be no patients, but there will be a treat.

So yesterday, I was waiting for an answer from the proxy group that was after me, and I got it. Me sitting in a bush, looking over the boats, I see them leaving, there was about 20 people leaving each boat, not the response I was waiting, for, so I decide to dive in and take care of all of them. That's when I get cut short, I get attacked from behind, by this big fellow, apparently he used the path to get behind me, smart. I'm not going to bore you with the fight details, I won of course, but he wasn't trying to win, he was trying to buy his team mates enough time to use The Path, to get away from me. We were going at each others throats for about 30 minutes, no matter how hard I hit him, no matter how much my darling Fortissimo cut him, he kept getting up. Once I realized that the groups had vanished, I can't track them because I don't know where they went, so what do I do? I pick the big guy up, and we go to an abandoned warehouse (Original, I know) I found in this shit hole.

I give this guy credit, he kept silent until the end, I tried everything, he wouldn't give in. He either didn't know where they went, either he was really fucking loyal. In the end, I decided to at least make him squeal from pain, because he was silent, even during the fight, not even a moan escaped his mouth.

You can listen to results for yourselves.









I love listening to classical music when I work, make my work seem oh so much important.

Wondering what that metal sound is when the guy is screaming? That's the mechanism that makes the warehouse doors open up, I tied the guy up with chains to both doors, so when they were opening, the guy was slowly being torn apart, was beautiful, and his scream, such high pitch, amazing. I love my job.

So now I'm waiting, I have no leads to go on, I don't know where they went, so once again, I'm waiting for them to make their move, unless they gave up and just simply decided to escape.

If they gave up, I might drop by Sanna, or pHIL, overall, I had a good day.